Gostegodd

28 August 2017

Gostegodd 009

Rioja ran her fingertips over the dark material of the elegant cloak, hoping for hidden pockets, to find something she could use to demonstrate her usefulness, daring even.

But nothing. She would just have to follow her instructions, place the listening bug somewhere unobtrusive. She pulled it out of her cleaning trolley. It looked like a bug, all haematite shiny filigree lines and translucent wings. How it worked she had no idea, it might even be a bug, an intelligent one, for all she knew.

She’d just slipped it in a trouser pocket when Aonghasa barged into the room.